Upside of taking the bus from the top of the island— peeking out of the window without worrying I’ll crash my car.

Downside— drinking too much tea and squirming like a five year old who’s sat on an ant pile.

Birds flocking to the pavement like there’s sugar on the asphalt.

A marten lopes across farmland like a furry slinky. The sunset brought a cornucopia of reds, oranges, and yellows amidst a darkening blue backdrop.

The heat of the bus cabin lulled me to sleep for twenty minutes that felt like an hour as I heard the robotic announcement of all the little towns we passed.